Dear Diary

Today's the day!

The big pile of shiffraff on the dining table is going DOWN. I already successfully cleared off all of the dirty cups, bowls, plates, and cutlery. Now it's just the crafting scrattle that has to find a home. And, after a clean and wipe down, I will set up my earring-making station in a more logically amenable place.

This might take some jiggery-pokery. But at least my budding business and the family will be able to cohabitate.

Today is also the day when I write 1K words into my novel so that I don't have to do it on Saturday.

If I have trouble with the narrative, I will get up and put five things from the table away. Until I have run out of narrative or things.

Which will make the rest of the task easier for the day.

I am making progress on unmucking the house. Good progress. The majority of the kitchen/dining area no longer has garbage lying around. Most of the front room is likewise. There is very little to find in the computer room.

The only places that are messy to the point of daunting are the kids' rooms, the spare room, and the garage. All else could probably use an hour or so to completely unmuck.

Y'know. Before the family returns and messes it up again.

I have so much energy, this morning, I'm actually cooking my breakfast instead of adding hot water to it. This is a big deal for me.

Adventure ho!

It's another long day for me, alas alack. Another long drive to Maroochydore. Another long drive back home to arrange a dinner.

Thank the Powers for slow cookers. They have saved my butt on a multitude of occasions.

And tonight's goo will definitely be helped by the existence of rice from last night. Huzzah.

Once again, I will be travelling across the countryside with my trusty lappy, long may it stave off malfunction. Writing my 500 words in a distant place and

I can do this...

I'm getting better, so that means it's time to get right back onto my self-maintenance. But not so harshly that I fall over again and cause an endless cycle of sickness and recovery.

I did my first morning walk since I got ill, last week. Just around one block, and at a nice, leisurely pace. Chaos came with and was inappropriately loud for 6AM. Repeatedly.

But I did hatch some eggs, and that's good enough for me. [for the record, I got

Ow

My head hurts. It's a struggle to breathe. I basically spent most of yesterday having naps and I was still tired enough to sleep through the night.

I have thorough plans to be as lazy as I can so I can save my spoons for the rest of the day.

And I will be sticking myself on Max for a saline run that should help loosen any glunk that's impeding my air.

Just... not now. I have to raise my batteries a

whimperwhinemoan

I hate being sick.

My head feels like a swamp has moved in. I feel like I can't breathe, but my nails tell me I'm getting plenty of air. I can't get comfy. My back hurts from lying down. It hurts when I'm sitting up. I want to hibernate the lurgi away, but I can't get to sleep because everything hurts.

How soon before I can transfer my thought patterns to a machine?

I'm'a try a nap. Story much, much later.

Lazy day, but with errands

I'm taking it easy, but I need to go out and fetch a few things because Mayhem's lurgi is going around and has hit me upside the head with a sinus full of mucous.

Bleh.

Seems to always be the way. I'm within grasping distance of accomplishing neatness, I go down in a heap and suffer. Despite my best efforts to do otherwise.

But in the middle of wanting to burrow into my Pillow Fort of Solitude(tm)... I came up with

I'm getting better

Looking after myself has helped. So has comfort food. And cuddles. And just plain zoning out whilst having forensics documentaries on in the background.

Oh don't look at me like that. You should have known I was weird by a brief trawl of my archives.

I plan on having a good, solid, slug-about this weekend. Half the morning in a hot bath. The other half spent in utter laziness. I might not get to my story before the afternoon comes and I

Lo Batt Light

I have just enough energy. Which is a sad place to be, when you think of it.

I have just enough to do everything that needs must be done. But not quite enough to do the things I want to do or the things that are good for me. This is the third day that I've skipped my morning walk because I've lacked the time and the energy combined to do the thing.

Mayhem is still sick. I have just enough energy

Work, work, work...

I swept four rooms out of twelve. And there is enough debris from that to fill a dumpster. Unsorted, of course. In the midst of that mountain of scrattle, there is laundry, dishwashing, and the occasional useful thing. The rest of it is going out of the house because it was left on the floor. The family obviously doesn't care what happens to it.

My back hurts. Mayhem is sick at home, today. Some lurgi has him fast in its grip. He

It's the little things

Today started as a 5% battery day. You know the ones. Your entire body feels too heavy to move. It's a task and a half just to breathe in. Building a pillow fort to hide in is just too much effort.

A very much dunwanna day.

I dunwanna get up. I dunwanna get clean. I dunwanna get dressed. I dunwanna bark the kids into getting ready. I dunwanna get dinner started. I dunwanna do anything.

What I want is some major-league me

Fun was had

We had a good handful of hours out. The entire family commenced their Pokejourney and, thanks to some lures set out by the businesspeople of Chermside, the little darlings and I leveled up a snootch.

The kids got more leveling done because my game crashed 90% of the time. My fickle fingers worked their anti-magic once more and I spent most of my time attempting to load pokemon go.

But I still made it to level 8, so suck it.

There's an

Pokejourney!

Beloved and I are both into Pokemon Go. I'm team Red. They're... not. I only joined the red team because I knew my heroes in Steam Powered Giraffe both played team Red.

7200 miles away and they help me make decisions like this 9_9

BUT - there is an astonishing dearth of Pokestops out in the wilds of Burpengary, so Beloved is still taking me to an area thick with Pokestops and maybe a gym or two so I can (a)

Turn, you damnéd gears!

I know, Shakespeare never wrote any such line. But he should have.

I did a wall-of-text bitch session to my beloved and they have now vowed to assist in the whole "this part of the process needs you" deal. Y'know. When they finally stir themselves from a nice, comfy bed and a good ebook on their kindle.

Of course my efforts to find an agent via LinkedIn require me to pay them money just to attempt contact. As in, LinkedIn wants money

Deep sigh...

I'm having a hump day. Very much aware of all the things I really should get done but also depend on the actions of others.

I need to get Adapting out to my beta readers. Or that writing group who could allegedly help if they didn't hate science fiction. BUT - I need Beloved to get it reader-ready because nobody but your own, strange and humble martian actually uses Pages for the Mac. [And even then, not for much longer. I'm now

Fan-frothing Commence...

Anyone who follows this blog knows that the best band in the world, Steam Powered Giraffe is bringing out another album, Quintessential, around Septemberish.

Part of the hype includes little sneak peeks that the members release just to hear us make interesting squeaking noises. I'm sure that's their motivation.

And I now have permanent tabs open to listen to said sneak peeks whenever I'm feeling particularly unmotivated. Look:

[Shown here: Screen shot of a window on my compy featuring three tabs. One

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Today's the day!

Adventure ho!

I can do this...

Ow

whimperwhinemoan

Lazy day, but with errands

I'm getting better

Lo Batt Light

Work, work, work...

It's the little things

Fun was had

Pokejourney!

Turn, you damnéd gears!

Deep sigh...

Fan-frothing Commence...